A dawn chorus to
die for; who knew that they could
lay on such a treat?
by Scooj.
A dawn chorus to
die for; who knew that they could
lay on such a treat?
by Scooj.
With your passing, our
lives will feel impoverished;
blue skies turned to grey.
by Scooj
Watching paint dry is
almost as tedious as
watching…erm…paint dry.
by Scooj
*apologies for the dreadful haiku. Boringly busy weekend decorating a room before the carpet is fitted – no space for creative thinking.
Flitting from here to
there, never stopping for long;
these Winter weekends.
by Scooj
All hands to the pumps!
This Winter’s rallying cry;
more records broken.
by Scooj
We are connected,
you and I, through another’s
love of Africa.
by Scooj
At the world’s end we
shall meet again my dear. I
have missed you so much.
by Scooj
Blind from the sun’s kiss,
a sweet inconvenience
of Winter’s orbit.
by Scooj
Irresistable;
knock down advent calendar
with marzipan treats.
by greedy Scooj
Mysterious soup
frothing for billenia,
thanks for making me.
by Scooj